When you have
and the scent of our first rain,
You’re hooked for life on Africa
and you’ll not be right again.
and hear the jackals bark,
And know that they are around you
waiting in the dark.
When you long to see the elephants
or hear the coucal’s song,
When the moonrise sets your blood on fire,
then you’ve been away too long.
It’s time to cut the traces loose,
and let your heart go free,
Beyond that far horizon,
where your spirit yearns to be.
Africa is waiting – come!
Since you’ve touched the open sky
And learned to love the rustling grass,
the wild fish eagle’s cry,
You’ll always hunger for the
for the lion’s rasping roar;
To camp out beneath the stars
and be at peace once more.